Feline Poem by Laura Greenall


To Be a Cat
by Laura Greenall

It’s not easy to be a cat
It’s not true that I always sleep
Sometimes I move from the bed to the chair
And I have to eat and use the box
My face must be washed and my toes kept clean
Then I move from the chair to the clean laundry basket
Ah, bliss. I love the smell of fabric softener in the morning
Don’t forget the purring that I do for my humans
But sweet reward is the petting and stroking
Time to eat once again, “please a can,” I meow
I can’t abide dry food, after all I am finicky
Now I clean my face with licked paws
Oh, exhaustion, think I’ll take a nap

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